Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru hair
Other niggas rhymes are gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played Hamlet
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I write twice and singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The click you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I to speakin
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came down the

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum
Subliminally befriending em for ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be tight but only this, what swears he's the nicest
because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words enlight your dome
I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and cousin
It's the beef for black
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
like water from a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a river makin you
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Black comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me
Bust the, microphone
skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
MC's start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can never attempt to reach that where my is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My shit'll keep
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
the scripture, understood the first New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is like this, where the beat
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never a phony, Express styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost
One time, it back the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More data than X-File shows all up
The nigga from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme
But like steam I will to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The last word was precision so I get a
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to MC's
Who can't catch the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I just it
at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm never off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I used to smoke the but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the wrap
Yo

*talking and shoutouts to